"Young... Young Master Jiang..."
Chen Ning never imagined that even after shrinking back as far as she could and completely hiding her face, she would still be noticed by Jiang Lan.
Her voice stuttered and trembled, unable to conceal the panic and unease in her tone.
Her once-charming eyes were now filled with terror and trepidation. Her oval face was ashen, and her delicate hands clenched into fists. She trembled from head to toe in fear.
"Hm? Not bad looking at all."
"You'll do." Jiang Lan nodded, seemingly satisfied.
"Young... Young Master Jiang, I have a fiancé. Please... please spare me..."
The color drained from Chen Ning's face. Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
Zhao Dieyi hadn't expected Jiang Lan to take a fancy to this junior sister of hers either.
"Jiang Lan..."
She gritted her teeth, wanting to try and dissuade him. She recalled that this junior sister was from the Chen Family of Bei Yan, a reputable Cultivation Family.
